you went to a birthday party with your enemy z.
you guys were forced to share a room together after the party. which was all fine and dandy until you realized there was one bed.
"absolutely not." you see Zendaya come in from the bathroom and you cross your arms.
"i'm not doing this."
she looks at you, "what are you so mad for?"
"i am NOT staying in the same room as you." you grab your car keys. "i'll drive home in my own car on the verge of death, before i stay in the same room as you."
"you are so dramatic." z follows you out of the room to the front door.
"that may be true. but i'll be happier that way." you push her and walk out of the house.
she sits on the couch and watches tv.
you come back inside a couple minutes.
"did you miss me?" z stares at you.
"it started raining. i need clothes." she starts laughing. "NOW!"
"okay i'll get you clothes." she laughs walking to the bathroom to throw a towel at you. you wrap the towel around you and walk into the bathroom.
"bro, here's some clothes, stop running away." she throws the clothes at the door.
"i'd like to take a shower, so if you'd leave, i'd really appreciate it." you push the door close.
you turn on the water and get in letting the water run down your body. 'i can't stand you daya.' you speak to yourself. 'why are you like this?'
after you shower and put on your clothes, you walk back to the shared room with you and your enemy.
you walk inside to see that she has laid on the floor. "to make you feel better about yourself, i gave you the bed. i'll sleep on the floor. just don't step on me and use me as a mat thanks." you laugh at her jumping on the bed.
"i was going to take the bed no matter what. i'd fight with you for it." you scoff at her.
"goodnight." you cover your head with the pillow and slowly falls asleep.
—later—
a couple hours later you toss and turn around on the bed. 'i can't sleep' you say to yourself.
"why are you up?" you look at the door while z comes back in.
"i can't sleep at all." you turn to the tv "what are you watching?"
"i was watching the good doctor." she sits at the end of the bed.
"i've never seen it." you slowly scoot by her as the plays the show.
"it's a good show, the actor of shaun is amazing."
as you watch the show with her, and she explains the plot and story of the show, you doze off in sleepiness.
a little white later, she looks down at you "sleep well" she runs her hand through your hair.
authors note:
I'm so sorry for slipping away for a long period. i got busy with life, and i've been moving. but i'm settled down. i'll be updating monday-wednesday due to working 4 days a week🌝.
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